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When you are outside saying it « Fragments
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Where fragments are wholes. When you are outside saying it. Who says this with your mouth. That did not know this before? When you are outside saying it,. You go quiet puzzling about it. Your mouth never knew words. Only sounds like mouth steam. Escaped when you opened it,. Touching different, each time. On reading Rumi’s poem “ who says words with my mouth. This entry was posted in poems. And tagged when you are outside saying it. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. I and the body.
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Years « Fragments
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Where fragments are wholes. See the moon hung on a branch of tree. It is sad moon-face,a pie-face in cloud. It used to jump each time a wave came. You are reading in years, with big holes. Eaten in by silver worms, that eat them. So nice and to such a round perfection. The years have eaten bits of your moon. This entry was posted in poems. Wind in the pass →. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public).
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Sleep « Fragments
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Where fragments are wholes. Many times, sleep is heavy thing. Lying flat at the bottom of a night. The muddy brown thing crawling. With several sleazy sleep creatures. At times it floats away like clouds. Around airplane, scraps of songs,. With melody of eternal memories. This entry was posted in poems. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out.
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About – How thought goes
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Language is what pleases. You, how thought goes. Not what pleases reader. In fact there are readers only contingent. It is language as thought.Or rather thought as it is conceived in language. Thought is not material,only language.Because thought is not pleasing but language is. Thought is process but language is product. Suspended from the other side. Language is for its own sake. Because if we have to fill gaps for the reader , it mars the beauty of language. Leave a Reply Cancel reply.
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How thought goes – Page 2 – Words hard pressed
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February 14, 2017. February 14, 2017. Two kids play ball , a red round ball , the holiday ball. When the Assembly is not functioning. Says the kid. This morning we thought of how time curved around our bodies in a vast green space. Around the parrot green cement bench while the kids tossed a big round ball. Please do not throw ball at speed, says the little girl. The red round ball curved around an Assembly not functioning, a holiday from a politicians time. He is a jolly good fellow. February 13, 2017.
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Serial reader – How thought goes
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January 11, 2017. I am now a serial reader . Like a serial killer .I started killing Russian literature bite by bite , as they say . You cannot bite beyond what you can chew. So each issue is bite-sized and your smallness of mouth is taken into account deciding the bite-size. Bite by bite,I look into the goings-on in the Idiot’s mind. The idiot has just reached General Epachin after an invigorating conversation with the servant in the ante-room. Poet-photographer View all posts by perspectives. You are c...
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May « 2014 « Nature Poetry
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A blog of Nature Poems. Haiku and short verse. Fish woman at dusk. Smoke signals to sun. Monthly Archives: May 2014. Our faces were drowned in hoods. As rain fell softly on our heads. Its sounds came as from the ocean. Our tiny judgments took a beating. In its steady patter on our ears. Where they seem to be beating us. Like angry dads, back from office. As we walked we made tiny circles. In rain water, under our umbrellas. That saved us from the angry sky. Houses were a mere blur in white. Dancing about...
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October « 2014 « Nature Poetry
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A blog of Nature Poems. Haiku and short verse. Fish woman at dusk. Smoke signals to sun. Monthly Archives: October 2014. Something came up in green. Beside our highway, from car. We stopped, to leak like sky-. A lone tree rose in silence on. An expanse of rice for future. A white room stood company. With a machine to leak water. To the rice , a future growing. In unknown stomachs in wait. Tree stood bare into the sky. With a tuft of green to a side,. Oddball green against a blue,. I and The Body. The lak...
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March « 2014 « Nature Poetry
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A blog of Nature Poems. Haiku and short verse. Fish woman at dusk. Smoke signals to sun. Monthly Archives: March 2014. Bukowsky’s rain was about money. All soggy but no bread at rain’s end. In van Gogh’s painted yellow light. And rainbow that held God’s smile. At which end , girls were not sure. For seven days and seven nights. Our rain would go on a roof thatch. That held our young crows captive. Their black almost washed to gray. And the thatch looked a rice field. Sprouting last year’s left over rice.
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July « 2012 « Nature Poetry
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A blog of Nature Poems. Haiku and short verse. Fish woman at dusk. Smoke signals to sun. Monthly Archives: July 2012. A lot has come out of the detritus. A morning wet with the night’s rain. Birds pecking at a sky for more rain. Like on the next day of lights festival. The kids look for unlighted crackers. It is fun to set them off one by one. Near many windows ,to scare ghosts. Sleeping under their winter blankets. Birds are kids looking for some fun. They forget the loss of the loved ones. Follow Blog ...
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